He comes forth and the air stands still.
The mouth of doom opens up wide.
An empty stare in his eyes Now kneel before the one who bears the crown.
The planet shakes from its core the floods engage our home.
The ashes of our fragile existence scatter before his feet.
We stand against oblivion with mere hope to survive.
These crimson skies shall pour judgment upon our heads.
The vastness will be nullified existence will be scorn.
Darkness devours the sun our home will soon be gone.
All gods left us alone now We stand on our own an executioner has been born.
He’ll spit upon our bones.
We stand against oblivion with mere hope to survive.
These crimson skies shall pour corpses of our kin.
Watch his forces rip us apart as our vessels turn to dust.
Feel your bones crumbling as your flesh starts to fade away.
A world consumed, is this the only solution?
Awaiting certain doom this is our absolution.
The end begins the cycle is sealed.
Thrown in a prison of bones the chasm awaits.